I'm sitting here tonight doing some work, going through emails, several of them from either healthy food bloggers, fitness sites or my mom, and then there are some from the YMCA I work for now as a group exercise instructor, just going over weekly notes, payroll, upcoming activities, etc... I look down to notice the shirt I have on for bed time, which happens to be one of my most favorite EVER because it's super worn and as soft as a baby's butt. It hits me where I got this shirt. If you'll notice from the picture, it has Downtown Dallas YMCA. Have I ever worked there? No. Have I ever even been there? Nope. I got this shirt when I was staying in a homeless shelter in Abilene, TX. Churches and individuals would drop off bags of clothes 3 days a week for all of the residents to go through. They would leave them in the front hall on some old, cracked plastic benches that ran the length of the hall. We would tear through them like it was gold! It was first come first serve, and you had to be quick, or all that would be left was socks and huge pants. I found this shirt right away because I loved the royal blue....that was the color of my school where I grew up and it just stuck out to me. It was already a pretty worn-in shirt when I got it out of that black Hefty bag then. I've never even really cared about the logo on it....Not until sitting here tonight. Whoever threw that old shirt in that bag one day so many many years ago has no idea...
